"You don't want to mess with me Zach," Cammie snaps at me angrily.

"Oh, but messing with you is so much fun," I say as I walk behind her to rub her back.

"Zach, do you really want to tick of a nine month pregnant lady?"

"Well maybe if I made you mad enough it will the baby come," I suggest.

"Zach, this baby is four days late. We have tried everything to get labor to start and nothing is working. I don't really think ticking me off will induce labor."

"Well, we didn't try everything," I wink at her. She just rolls her eyes at me and goes to sit down.

*4 hours later*
"Are you laughing at this?" I ask Cammie incredulously .

"Yeah. I don't know why. It's not supposed to be funny, I just can't stop laughing." She tells me while catching her breath./p

"Cammie, the Titanic just sunk and you're laughing."

"I know, I'm sorry. Here rub my feet."

"Of course. Have you made up your mind about the names yet?" I ask her while massaging her feet.

"No, I think we should wait until after the baby is born to choose the name. That way we can see which name fits best on him or her." She explains.

"Okay, if you say so."

"I say so."

"Then so it shall be."

"You're an idiot, Zach. You know that, right?" She giggles and quickly grabs my hand and places it on her stomach.

"Aw, the baby's still kicking, huh?"

"Duh, why would it stop kicking me?"

"I don't know, I just figured… I don't know."

"Again, idiot."

"You know, maybe if you stopped insulting me the baby would come."

"I doubt it."

I lean down next to stomach and whisper "Don't you wanna come meet your mommy and daddy?" I kiss where I felt the baby kicked last.

"This baby has already met me. This baby has been living inside of me for the past nine months. It has kicked every inch of me it possibly could."

"It? So now our baby is an 'it'? I was expecting it to either be a boy or a girl, I don't think I ever expected it to be an it."

"Ha-ha, very funny." Cammie says sarcastically. "Are you ready to go to bed?"

"Yeah, let's go," I say as I stand up and help her get to our room.

"Aren't you going to help me?" She asks me when we get to the bedroom."

Help you with what?"

"I can't put my pajama bottoms on. And don't you dare laugh, this is your fault."

"My fault? I believe it takes two for this to happen," I laugh while helping her, she punches my shoulder. "Ow, what was that for?" I ask Cammie while rubbing my shoulder.

"You laughed. This isn't funny. I'm ready for this baby to come."

"Well, we could try somethi-"

"Zach! We aren't going to do 'it' while I'm nine months pregnant. I'm sorry, but it ain't happening."

"But we haven't had sex in forever!" I whine to her.

"Zach, it has been two months. Stop complaining or I will make sure it never happens again!" When Cammie says this I shut up quickly.

"Let's just go to sleep. Maybe tomorrow will be the day." I tell her and kiss her cheek.

"You said that last night and the night before that and every night the past two weeks, and the baby hasn't come yet. I think your jinxing it."

"Okay, maybe the baby won't come tomorrow."

"Zach!"

"What! You said I was jinxing it so I tried to un-jinx it."

"Well now we know the baby isn't coming tomorrow."

"Why are you so upset about that? I love you when you're pregnant." I kiss her again.

"And you don't love me when I'm not pregnant? She asks, smirking."I didn't say that."

"You didn't not say that.""You've lost me." I tell her, making her laugh.

"Shut up and go to sleep, Zach."

"Fine, good night. I love you," I say as I kiss her, "and you," I kiss her stomach. When I look back up at Cammie I see that she is already asleep.

*2 hours later. Cammie's POV*

I wake up just after midnight feeling very uncomfortable. I contemplate whether I should wake Zach or not. Deciding not to worry him, I try to fall back to sleep. I'm just about to fall back asleep when I feel the pain again. I get up and leave the room, that way I won't disturb Zach. I walk around the house for a while before Zach wakes up.

"Why aren't you in bed," I hear him ask as he walks up behind me.

"Why aren't you in bed?" I ask him, but he just stares at me until I answer. I don't want to worry him, so I come up a lie. "I wasn't tired and I didn't want to wake you up," I explain, but I can tell he doesn't buy it. "Now, why aren't you in bed?"

"Well, when I woke up I found my heavily pregnant wife was missing, had a mini-heart attack and then came to find you." He wraps me in a hug and kisses my cheek. The extra pressure against my stomach that he is adding (without knowing it, of course) is quite painful. I would tell him but I don't want to worry him. Yet. "Cammie, I know what's going on."/p

"You do, how?"

"Because you were extremely tired when we went to bed, and you winced when I hugged you. And I'm a spy. A pretty good (e) one, if I may say so myself." I see that he smirks at me before I double over in pain.

*2 hours later*

"Cammie, are you sure you don't want to go to the hospital yet?" Zach asks me again (for the nineteenth time in two hours, I've been keeping track).

"Zach, I told you I will let you know when I'm ready to go." I snap at him while walking laps around the living room.

"Well, can I at least call your mom or Joe?"

"Why?"

Because they've been through this before. Well, not Joe but he was there when you were born so maybe they can help you."

"Can they do this for me?" I glare at him during a particularly painful contraction.

"No, but th-"

"No, Zach! They can't do anything to help me so why wake them up at two in the morning." I have to stop talking to focus on breathing through my contraction.

"All right, it's time to get to the hospital. Come on, let's go." He ushers me towards the door.

"Zach, I don't want to go yet." I whine to him when he starts the car.

"I don't care. It's time you get to the hospital. I don't want to have to deliver the baby."

*At hospital Zach's POV*

"You're doing great," I tell Cammie during a strong contraction.

"It hurts so bad," she whimpers before squeezing the life out of my hand as another contraction hits. "Make it stop, Zach."

"I can't make it stop, baby. I would if I could. I would do all of this for you." I brush my hand over her head and kiss her forehead. "I love you."

"I love you too, but I really hate you for doing this to me." She snaps at me through clenched teeth.

"I know you do. Just keep breathing."

"I am, what do you expect it to do?

"All right, Cameron, it's time to start pushing," the doctor announces. "Push on three. Ready, one, two, three."

Cammie grips my hand so hard it forces me to grab the edge of the hospital bed to brace myself. What seems like hours later (it was half an hour, actually) a cry rings out. Only one cry. We hear nurses and doctors hollering to one another.

"Zach, what's going on? What's wrong with our baby?" Cammie cries out.

"I don't know. Try to calm down; I'm sure it's nothing." I try to soothe her.

"Calm down? You want me to calm down? Our baby just got rushed out of the room and you tell me to calm down! Why don't you care about the baby?" Cammie continues sobbing.

"Cammie, I do care about the baby! I just think that you need to calm down." The doctors and nurses all rush out of the room. All expect one.

"You know, you're husband is right, you really should calm down." She stops talking when a machine connected to Cammie starts beeping and the white sheets turn red. She presses a button on the wall and within seconds' doctors and nurses' flood in the room and take Cammie to surgery. I'm left staring in horror at what use to be snow white sheet, now covered in Cammie's blood.

I sit down and suddenly find it hard to breath. I don't know how long I sit there before someone walks in. It's Joe. I just break down sobbing (something I haven't done since I was seven and my mom told me I wasn't allowed to see Joe ever again). He walks up to me and wraps me in a hug. I sob into his shirt, covering it with tears. I'm not sure what I'm crying about more, my wife who was bleeding to death, or my baby who wasn't breathing. But I guess it doesn't matter which one was hurting me more, it felt like my chest was being shredded into a million pieces. I fall asleep at some point , because I wake up to someone saying my name.

"Mr. Goode, Mr. Goode, are you awake?" I hear a nurse ask me.

"Huh, what? Yeah, yeah I'm awake." I respond, groggy and confused./p
p style="max-height: 999999px; font-family: 'Open Sans', Verdana, 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;""I just wanted to let you know that your daughter made it through surgery just fine. One of her lungs collapsed and the other lung was partially collapsed. She is very lucky."

"Ok that's good. That's good, right?"

It's great."

"What about my wife? Do you know anything about Cammie- Cameron?" I ask her.

"Well, your wife lost a lot of blood and something tore during labor. We fixed it during surgery and gave her a blood transfusion, and she seems to be doing well. We are going to keep her in the I.C.U. for a while, just so we can keep a close eye on her. Would you like to see either of them?"

"Um… are either of them awake?"

"Your daughter is. Follow me." I follow her to see my daughter. "Did you and your wife choose a name? If you guys did then you could fill the birth certificate out. If you guys didn't don't rush."

"Yes, we decided on a name. Can I fill the certificate out right now?" I ask her, and she leaves me alone with my daughter. "Hi there baby girl. I'm your daddy. I'm sorry you haven't met your mommy yet. She was hurt, just like you. I know when you are both better you guys will get along great together." I whisper to her. She is in a glass container with an I.V. and a breathing mask. It obscures my view of her, but if she looks anything like Cammie I know she will be beautiful.

"Here you go Mr. Goode." I begin filling the birth certificate out. I guess I shouldn't have said that we had already chosen a name. I decide to do what Cammie wanted- figure out which name fits her best. I stare at her for a while, imagining what she might be like she is older. I finally decide on a name when the nurse comes back and lets me know that Cammie woke up and takes me to see her. She leaves the room to allow us to be by ourselves.

Zach, what happened to our baby?" she sounds and looks like she might start crying again.

"She's fine. She's better than fine now. Her lungs collapsed." I inform her.

"She? It's a girl? We have a daughter?" She asks me excitingly.

"Yeah. She's perfect and beautiful, just like you." She blushes and I kiss her on the lips.

"Zach, did you choose a name?"

"I was thinking about Morgan. She looks like a Morgan. Morgan Anne Goode."

"She does? I wish I could see her, I wanna see her. When do you think I can see her?"

"Soon. I think she wants to see you too."

"Did you tell my mom? What about Bex, Macey and Liz? Do you think they will like her name?"

"I've told your mom and Joe but no one else. And if they don't like her name it doesn't matter. We love her name, so that's her name." I tell her determinedly.

I love you, Zach."

"I love you too, Cammie. I'm really glad you're okay, I don't know what I would have done if something had happened to you." I see she is asleep again. I lie down next to her, and soon I am drifting to sleep.

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